Through years of experience I have seen through the baneful ways of those Slayers who attempt to harm me. Slayers who seek me shall be treated according to the darkness they presumably live in and according to whose blood stains coat their daggers. Your light is my darkness and I shall hail among thee until you inevitably become that of which you hate.

~Walking up to Otter Scarlett curtsies flashing him her best flirty smiles~ Happy New Year Handsome.Its a New Year time to get rid of the old and in with the new.Just remember you will always be sexy" ~Leaning up she kisses Otters cheek cause after all he is a married man.~

*Smirks as I see Otter standing around I couldn't help it. This elder had my engine revved up on high. walking up to you, i pull you close and presses my lips to yours and kisses deeply and passionately* happy new years otter.

1) Everything is made up of strings and membranes. This includes cotton thread, twine, cable, rope, and those chains you keep threatening to tie me up with.
2) There are a few extra dimensions out there beyond the three we know of. Ask the Doctor for more details, but I reckon you need at least your hands and probably some of your toes to count them all.
3) Everything and everyone (except for Mr Hyde) has a partner - a symmetrical particle called a "superpartner" - with a stupid name. Whack an "s" on to the beginning of pretty much any particle and you find out what its "superparticle" is. Sfermions, sneutrinos, sleptons, squarks, sconfetti, etc. This doesn't apply to bosons, they just have -ino chucked on the end. Photons go to photinos; gravitons to gravitinos; Nix's Latin lessons to Latinos...
4) If it all works out, it will explain everything... well, not quite everything... okay, so quite a lot. Definitely nothing as complicated as how Stalker gets his wigs so "poofy", but it should tell us a lot of pretty cool stuff about black holes.

Thank you for your attention, that'll be $1000BM. Well, if you don't ask you don't get... it's Christmas! ... no? Alright, just hand over the cash already or whatever small, fluffy animal I can get my hands on first gets it. It might be some sort of river mammal, but I have to walk a long way for that, so I'll probably settle for a ferret or something. They look sort of like otters...

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Realm
Not a creature was stirring, not even a platypire;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes the Santas Van Helsing and DemonKnight soon would be there;
The Witches, Vampires, Wolves, Angels and slayers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of city searches, dungeon breaks and general mischief danced in their heads;

"On behalf of Shadows & Light, our leader Fleta and myself, I wish you a bewitching holiday and a happy new year."

I have discussed this pig invasion over with Styx and we've decided that we will be gluing faeries to the pigs' backs. To add weapons of mass destruction was a bit more difficult to thought process out but we decided that oink activated machine guns would be the best bet because pigs do not have fingers to pull triggers. [We figured they would be squealing like mad while flying through the air]. Plus, the more the guns fired, the louder it became, the more scared the pigs would become and hence a vicious cycle of squealing and shooting as they invaded. Not only would people be thoroughly irritated by the sound of the porkers' squeals, they would die. Perfect no?

The Angel thinks for a moment, trying to come up with an explanation for thoughts. "The only real reason I believe thoughts can be physical is chemical. Your brain generates electricity to bring your thoughts to life. That little voice in your head? Well, your one voice in your head," he pauses and rubs his temples for a moment, "Is just how you think you sound while your thoughts are being generated and being brought to 'life' so to speak, yet the electricity is physical in a sense. You can't grasp electricity, but it's there, just as the wind blows the trees but cannot be grasped." His fingers traced his temple absentmindedly, "I suppose thoughts can be physical once they're put on paper, but then that's considered writing as soon as the thought is finished, in my opinion."

"Why do I bring sexy back? Why not!" His gleeming white eyes, void of all colour, seemed to beam as he recorded himself talking, "Gotta love bringing sexy back cause no body else does it quite the same way." He chuckled as he hit 'end' on the camera and sent the resulting video to the Elder for his viewing.

Mustelidae - Mustelids vary greatly in size and behavior. The least weasel is not much larger than a mouse. At the other end of the scale, giant otter can measure up to 2.4 metres (7.9 ft) in total length and sea otters can exceed 45 kilograms (99 lb). The wolverine can crush bones as thick as the femur of a moose to get at the marrow, and has been seen attempting to drive bears away from its kill. The sea otter uses rocks to break open shellfish to eat. The marten is largely arboreal, while the badger digs extensive networks of tunnels, called setts. Some mustelids have been domesticated. The ferret and the tayra are kept as pets (although the tayra requires a Dangerous Wild Animals licence in the UK), or as working animals for hunting or vermin control. Others have been important in the fur trade. The mink is often raised for its fur.
As well as one of the most species-rich families in the order Carnivora, mustelidae is one of the oldest. Mustelid-like forms first appeared about 40 million years ago, roughly coinciding with the appearance of rodents. The direct ancestors of the modern mustelids first appeared about 15 million years ago.

The Lady of the Thorns had several delivers to make. With each stop, she would present someone their own personal black back pack. Within this particular one had a couple of bottles of Wellers Special Reserve, a few pints of extra virgin blood, GPS for finding Zombies, a first aid kit, bond money, extra rounds of bullets, Phoebe’s business card and emergency stash of premium tea. She checked the bag before handing it over to Otter. “Greetings Otter and welcome to Fantasy Island... oops sorry. Anyway, welcome to the Realm. Wait, sorry about the speech but... If you have any questions or concerns, you may seek me out. Please do enjoy your stay.” Of course Phoebe was having one of them giddy moments.

If you're friendly and you know it,
clap your hands.
If you're friendly and you know it,
clap your hands.
If you're friendly and you know it,
and you really want to show it,
If you're friendly and you know it,
clap your hands!

Livia, alone and left to her own devices, decided to stop by Otter's home to do a bit of peeping. The slayer was curious to see if the vampire celebrated Christmas, or not, and thought the only way to come to a conclusion was to do a bit of searching, with her eyes of course, she'd never break into anyone's home...maybe.

Scaling the tall walls that surrounded his property, running past the rabid otter vampire children while leaving blood packs in her wake like juice boxes for tots in a day care, Livia finally found a tree to climb...its possible for one to keep a Christmas tree upstairs...in their bedroom...maybe.

Cerulean orbs searching, the young woman gasped in surprise at what she saw, a shudder moving quickly through her body. The horror...it was too much. Whispering a quiet prayer to herself, the slayer tried to shimmy down the tree but found herself stuck fast like an ornament. The situation was dire. Who would she call to come for her before the Elder found her?